Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Bama Riding High....

For now. No doubt that Alabama has made it farther than anyone ever imagined. After watching Florida, Texas Tech, and a couple of others, Alabama is not the #1 team in the country. I expected them to have another season like last year, but with maybe 8 wins. However, they have survived and managed to win 10 and as a fan, I am now hoping for more. I am pretty sure that it is going to be one of those deals where they begin to get so close that you finally start to believe that maybe there is a chance. That is how it was in 1992.

They squeaked by in every game and managed to go to the National Championship game against a Miami team that had been hammering everyone. Nobody gave Bama a chance in that game, and in the end it was Bama that did the hammering.

I do not think that will be the case this year. I expect to see Florida and Oklahoma/ Texas Tech in the Big Game. Obviously, I would like to be wrong about that, but I must first be realistic.

I will be in T-town Saturday to watch them play Mississippi State. The last Bama game I went to was against this same team and I left disappointed. I hope the outcome is different this time.

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Married. Imprisoned. Deaf from all the nagging; although, optimistic about the future: I will die and all of the above will go away. Ok, I am just kidding. My wife is awesome and is my best friend, but I do have to be careful about talking about the start of football season. You see, she is a teacher and my counting down the days until football season begins triggers something that makes her think about school starting.
She loves her summer vacation as much as I love football season, so I have to be sensitive towards her, while being excited for me :) Otherwise, she will just get pissed at me for reminding her of when school starts.
2015..revision: You know, I wrote the above paragraph years ago in fun and having fun with my wife. However, I realized years ago that God had a plan when he put us together. Only he would know that I would develop a condition called Hyperadrenergic POTS Dysautonomia, and need someone to be my teammate and care-provider as we traveled this journey together.